AKCIE 2009

How could it happened that twelve of us got together for the challet in Orava with everything that belongs to it? I only know that it came from Miška a Durco and I only communicated it to Kubo, who only could bring it about!

ACTIONS 2008

I´m thinking about how to commence these lines. I´ve got a counsellor at hand who by the way took part in our event and advised me to write the way I feel. Haaaaaaaa..., I´m totally, I must say it, fucked, that we, yesterday, yeasterday! stood there. Where? At the highest placed edifice in Slovakia, namely a SUPERB café on the summit of Lomnický peak. Thanks to my friend´s call (Otep).

ACTIONS 2007

The kind of action you expect as your own death. We were sitting with Ivka´s mum, playing cards probably, when the phone disturbed us: me: "Kooooorky....you´re back from Amerika?" Maťo: "Heya Mirči, how r u doing?... listen, let´s go to Tatras." me: "OK." Maťo: "We have a room booked by the Tarn of Popradské." me: "...ha-ha-ha." Maťo: "For eight men." me: "hmm,... ha-ha-ha."

Ha- ha-ha - sounded out of someone´s mouth after an suggestion to try the crest of Low Tatras again. Not that the date was unsuitable for us, or the snow or some minus celsius made us tremble. But .., we´d tried it three weeks ago in first snow and besides as first. We´ve called the try - Snow fiasco. Unpretentions 2 and a half hour ascent turned to a 5 hour fight with snow, bowls high. We give in right bellow Prašivá. The 22nd Dec was written and we were waking up at about 4 am. Two days, we had already know about our squad. This time, Krto The Uptoteethequiped joined us, Dudo The Exhaustedbefore, Ivka The Little and me, Miro The Writing.

One would say: a hectic prelude indicates even more pyretic developement, or that a febrile beginning signals a wholly peaceful end. How was that weekend in our case? After a multiple stalling over the event it finally took real contours. Having made several not much winter events we craved for a single one pure winter action. Not God could have anticipated that that one would be the winterest ever. Read our experience and you may write to us once.

ACTIONS 2006

It only took two tries this time to agree on this, by the way good to the fault, hike-action. First, I was craving "...let`s go..." and only after a week, the true mountain-spirit showed to be, of course, in me as Krtko the 360° pleaded with me in a way "...we`ll go...", `cause my reply`d been clear beforehand - to keep everything for the future, we gonna hike.

We´d wanted to go into mountains between holidays, so we went into mountains between holidays. And not just any ones like it´s said in tales. Up onto one of the most tantalizing of all. So, on 27th Decmeber AD 2006, we, four overall, struck out in the direction of Terchová under Mount Rozsutec. Namely, me, Miro The Writing, Iva The Rozsutecpioneer, Peter The Otep, Mišo The Builderthattime.

ACTIONS 2005

Many streamlets and rills trickle down its slopes in three directions to create four watercourses, at last, of the most mellifluous appellations - Hnilec, Hornád, Váh and Hron. It points out, through its peculiarity (individuality) enhanced by a loafty (towering) pole on the top that the ridge of Low Tatras, raising somewhere near the villages of Donovaly and Korytnica, hides itself with its grandeur irrecoverably under the earth´s surface right here. Yeah, as if proverbial, fabled by authors - King´s Mound.

This action was created out of blue inside the heads of two young chaps who take their lives as an immense adventure as well as a nonesuch challenge of tasting from as wide range of flavours being brought by life as possible. Initially, we didn´t even guess what kind of delicasy we´d chosen, since this area was unexplored by and unknown to us.

ACTIONS 2004

Ďumbiéééér! Wow, wow, wow! Such a kind of drive hadn´t been there for quite a long time. For the whole of three days we thought we would go in three: me, Miro The Writing, Krtkóóó and Joseph The Western. Just a bit later, we got a wind of another band planning exactly the same action. A band of even more experienced hikers. It all was certainly going to be a cracker.

It all began, I can`t remember when precisely, but most likely by a typical up-in-the-air decision a few days beforehand. At last, all the matter came out well and so we were sure enough, at about 23.00 o`clock, that our expedition would come into being. The plan, at least the original one as could be seen further, was to walk the crest of The Fatra mountain from a village actually called George Johnarray`s town to one of a bit greater size - Mathew.

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